Rejection always stings especially when it's from someone you love.

Duncan and I have been married for almost a decade and I still loved him as much as the night he carried me over the threshold to our wedding suite. He's a good man.

But there's a problem; Duncan hasn't touched me in over a year. The last time we made love it felt like we were just going through the motions, cold and mechanical.

It started when we failed to conceive a child, when we found out Duncan couldn't get me pregnant. I told him it didn't matter, that I still loved him. We could adopt. I still wanted him.

That was years ago when our bedroom started to die. Tonight I was going to fix that.

I'd gone all out. I'd prepared his favorite dinner and put on my best dress that showed off my figure, still tight after all these years.I love our bedroom with scented candles and even put on the same lingerie I wore on our wedding night though it fit more snuggly than those many years ago.

All it got me was another screaming fight and my beloved spending another night on the couch.

He'd left me alone with only my fingers and fantasies to sate my desires. Fantasies I'd stoked over the cold nights in an empty bed.

I'd begun turning to the internet to get off. Looking up porn and chatting with strangers. My favorite were the stories, real life stories of women going out and claiming their sexuality. Sluts. Whores.

When I woke the next day the house was empty, Duncan already gone. All he left was a note about being called into an emergency meeting two states away. He'd be gone for a week.

"Bastard," I snarled riding the note aside and stomping back upstairs back to my laptop and the lascivious stories therein.

I started at the screen for what felt like hours before finally acting. I pulled up a sight I had found through one of the whores stories, a dark web site that allowed working girls to look for clients. My fingers shook as I typed up a short add.

"Thirty-none year old MILF seeks generous men."

"Fallen on hard times and looking for kind men to help out making ends meet. Can travel. Limits open to discussion."

It was a lie. Duncan ran his father's company and I hadn't needed to work for years now but the lie made it all the more exciting. I attached a few pictures, boudoir shots from the last time I tried to seduce my husband, with my face removed and after a long pause finally posted the add, my heart pounding and my pussy dripping.

Hello! Thank you for reading that monstrosity of a prompt! If you've gotten this far I hope I've piqued your interest. I'm looking to play the story of a frustrated wife's fall into corruption and prostitution with a detailed and literate partner.

My kinks include: prostitution, corruption, cheating, rough sex, big cocks, huge loads, face fucking, anal, choking, sloppy sex, spitting degradation, humiliation, spanking, body writing, public play, groups, forced bi, dubcon, noncon, filming, blackmail, watersports and more.

My limits are: scat, gore, extreme pain, death, incest, bugs and losing control of my character.

I hope to hear from some great writers soon. Thank you again for reading this far and if you made it put the word defenestration in your reply so I know.